The Confessor of Littlefield

The Confessor of Littlefield by R.J. Hoffman My language creates itself. It is reason. My intellect controls through my will

#37 The Confessor of Littlefield: Ghosts in the Junkyard

Ghosts In the Junkyard At night Bill continued to write short stories. Ghosts In the Junkyard,” he called them. All

A few months passed before Bill saw Clara pull into the salvage yard again. She had a friend from Chicago

If it weren’t for the devastating attacks on Christian prejudice by so many of Virgie’s friends Bill would’ve been tempted

Mellow Bill’s horse was aging. Mellow was a chestnut quarter horse mare with a grumpy but affectionate disposition. Bill loved

For twelve years Bill settled into routine. He watched television and read the newspaper, which he had delivered to him

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Bill was called to the scene of an auto accident late one unseasonably warm December afternoon in 1968, and when

After coming home from the war, John continued to strip cars despite the colostomy bag he now tucked in a

While John left for military service, Bill continued working for Hiram into the Fall of 1960. Hiram was voting for

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John advanced in the army corps through three years and became a second lieutenant in an army guerrilla training unit